Ipse Venena Bibas

The people don't deserve to speak
They'll buy my handfans and then leave
And I will get them to realize
That there are poisons in their way of thinking

I like the balcony where I sit
It's secure and I will stay
We call down and take your time
There's a guard watching everybody

Body, body, body, body, body, body
Demon, demon, demon, demon
In my body